Aria's POV
The antiseptic scent lingered in the atmosphere, melding with the soft chatters of hospital workers, and patients alike. I strode towards my mother’s hospital room. Opening the door, my eyes fell on my sister. Vivian lunged herself at me, pulling me into a hug. “How did you do it?” Tears streaming down her eyes and settling on my shoulders. She pulled back, a grin slipping onto her lips. My gaze zeroed in on her, as I attempted to make sense of her words. An unsteady chuckle escaped me. “The doctor came in and said the payment had been made. Mom will be having her surgery today.” A sense of relief tugged at every inch of me as my eyes widened. Despite selling my soul to the devil to make this happen, it was worth it. Her gaze lingered on me as her smile fell to a neutral expression. “How did you get the money?” I took a deep breath before heaving out a puff. Does she need to know? Does she need to know the price of the surgery was my soul? Of course not. I patted Vivian on her head. “Does it matter?” I flashed her a smile. “As long as mom will be fine, isn’t that good enough for us?” An unsettling look settled in her eyes as she nodded her head. I knew she didn’t agree with my words, but we were both too concerned with our mother’s health to bother with such trivial matters. I drew closer to my mother’s bed. Her eyes shut. Her chest heaving, in rhythm with the medical monitors. Cupping her hands into mine, I muttered, “You are going to be fine. I found a Good Samaritan who was willing to help us.” I continued, despite knowing Julian was anything but a Good Samaritan. But the doctor had said Although she was in a vegetative state, we should still be having conversations with her. So we always said positive things around them and made no mistake of crying in her presence. After a while, the doctor and nurse came and took my mother out of the room for the surgery theater while Vivian and I waited outside, in the hallway. Vivian stretched out on the chair. “I feel like licking ice cream.” She cushioned her head with her arms. Belying the knots in my stomach, I chuckle. Vivian had a habit of eating ice cream when she was nervous. I remember during my father’s burial, Vivian had stepped out to get a bowl of ice cream. And when she returned, my aunt slapped her and rained thousands of insults on her: Saying she was heartless and her brother deserved better kids. I still remember the sharp snort that flared through my nostrils when I heard those words. He was never there for us. He always came home reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. In his drunk state, he would pounce on my mother as though she was a sinner who had committed an unforgivable crime. When we thought things couldn’t get worse, he upgraded into using drugs and gambling, plunging us deeper into poverty. So when I heard my aunty say those words, I felt like ripping her apart. It was we who deserved a better father. It was my mother who deserved a better husband. “I’ve always wondered how you can stomach anything,” I said, glancing at the theater door. “That’s the only way I could drown the nervousness in my stomach.” Her eyes lingered on me. Her lips parted but then it tightened into a straight line. “Say what’s on your mind.” I exhaled. I already have a lot to worry about, I had no strength to wonder what was going through her mind. Vivian straightened up as she fidgeted with her fingers. “Who’s the good samaritan you talk about?” She questioned. I heaved out another exhale. There was no need to hide it. Sooner or later, she was going to find out about it. “I am getting married.” Her eyes widened. “Ethan took you back?” A short chuckle bubbled out of my throat. “Of course not. Another man.” Her eyes dimmed. “Were you cheating on Ethan? I mean you guys just divorced barely a week ago, where did you meet a man who wants to marry you in less than a week?” her speech came out fast and it somehow grated on my nerves. “Isn’t the heavens gracious?” I teased. Vivian wasn’t satisfied with my response a frown formed on her face. “Don’t tell me it’s a contract marriage?” She jerked upward. When all she got was my silence, she raked her hand through her hair. “After how Ethan treated you, you still entered another one.” She let out a thin air of exasperation. “Don’t you get it? Rich men like Ethan, don’t care about poor women like us.” Of course, I knew that—all thanks to Ethan. My voice sank and my gaze deepened. “But what was I supposed to do? It’s not like I could find $500,000 lying on the floor somewhere.” “I am sorry.” She leaned back into the chair. “You are right.” “But I have learned my lesson.” I tilted my body and faced her. “I won’t let this man use me like Ethan.” I cupped her hand into mine. “Besides, he is also paying for your college tuition.” Vivian’s eyes tore at me as they widened. “So I’ll be going back to college?” Her speech came out slowly as if she was trying to process the information. “I want to be happy… No, I am happy. It’s just that, I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself.” I let out an exhale. “Well, I am your elder sister. I have to be the one.” The theater doors opened and the doctor came out. We jolted to our feet. The man pulled down his nose mask. “The surgery was successful.” Almost instantly my sister pulled me into her arms. Our sobs, one out of pure joy, filled the once-cold hallways.We waited until the house was asleep.The guards rotated shifts. The cameras were checked. Gabriella had been tucked in and kissed goodnight. Julian lingered by her door a little too long.I didn’t say anything.We both knew what we were about to do couldn’t wait.Clara’s room had been locked since the day she vanished. No one dared enter. Not even the maids.But that night, Julian took the keys from the drawer in his office and walked ahead of me in silence.I followed him down the east wing. The air felt colder there, like the walls remembered her.He unlocked the door. We stepped inside.The room smelled faintly of lavender. Her sheets were neatly made. The curtains drawn. It looked untouched.Too untouched.Julian didn’t speak. He moved with purpose, checking the closet first.I opened the drawers. Inside were perfectly folded clothes. Underwear, white cotton bras. No dust. No sign of haste.But it was the mirror that stopped me.A heart drawn in red lipstick. Inside it, Julian’s
After the explosion, I couldn’t find Julian by dawn.“Have you see my husband?” I asked the housekeeper.“No ma’am. But breakfast is set, though,” she answered I found his breakfast untouched but my mom and Gabriella had had theirs already.I sat to eat but I was worried about Julian.He left no note, no goodbye. Just a locked drawer, and a tense silence that filled the entire estate.By the way his clothes were thrown across the couch it looked like he changed in a rush.Clara had vanished again. No sightings. No trace. Just whispers that she was still out there. It was obvious at this point that she had help..Julian didn’t tell me where he was going.But I knew.He was hunting Vanessa. She had to be the one helping Clara.Julian’s POV Anger and rage boiled in me.Vanessa wasn’t easy to intimidate. That much I knew but I had to speak to her, she had to stop aiding Clara’s madness.She liked power plays.She liked secrets more.I had sent her a message earlier so we met at a restau
Insomnia hugged me, my thoughts all on how Clara had made her way in here.She hadn’t hurt me. Hilisn and the guards got to her before she could do anything. But I couldn’t wave away the look I saw in her eyes. Not rage. It was obsession. Utmost devotion to Julian.She believed he belonged to her.And part of me wondered if she was right. Because I had seen them interact. I had seen Julian stand up for her to me.I sat on the edge of his bed watching him sleep.He opened his eye a little, “I asked you to sleep here with me today, Aria. Why do you act like it’s an unpleasant thing? You should be happy and comfortable in your husband’s arm”I wasn’t.I hadn’t been in his arm for a while. So why now? This was one of his security and control measures. Gabriella was made to sleep with my mom, with security heavily manning the door. While I was forced to sleep here.I didn’t sleep a wink.By morning, the security team had locked Clara away “Where was she locked?” I asked the chief of sec
Julian’s paranoia was increasing.He oversaw the locking of the gate , and sometimes locked it himself. Everyday there was a new guard he hired.. He did a never ending vetting of the security guards. He watched the security cameras, sometimes deep into the night.“You don’t have to do this, Julian. You’re overworking yourself. With this, your business and political career, you’ll most likely run mad,” I said.He remained stoic. “I already failed once.”“She’s home.”“And she still wakes up crying. You think I don’t hear her? You think I don’t know the reason you have those bags under your eyes is because you stay awake at night comforting her!?.”I sat beside him. “I don’t mind doing that, you should rest, Julian. You’re not a god, Julian. You can’t control everything.”He looked at me. “No. But I can control this house.”I was tired at this point.The next night, I saw reason to agree with Julian’s protectiveness.It was in the night time when I heard some noise, I went out to check
On a sunny Thursday, my mom and I sat by the garden, not saying anything but enjoying each other’s company.When I noticed someone running out from the front door, it was Julian. I got up immediately, my mom trailing after me.“They found her, they’re on their way here. They’re bringing Gabrielle home” he said joyfully.I immediately followed him, A black SUV made its way into the estate The moment the door opened and she ran into my arms, Her face was streaked with dirt. Her hair tangled. She clung to me so tight it hurt. I didn’t let go.Julian stood behind her, his expression unreadable. “One of our team members found her in a locked bedroom in an abandoned lodge two towns over. No one else was there. She’d been alone” One security personnel said. Julian nodded tightly. He watched me wrap my arms around her. His jaw was tight. His fists, tighter.I carried her to the couch, brushing the hair out of her face. “Are you hurt?”She shook her head, then looked up at me with wide e
I sat on the bathroom floor, the positive pregnancy test still trembling in my hand. My heart trembled. This was not the time for this.. I couldn’t be excited, I couldn’t feel the joy that should come with creating life. All I felt was fear. Fear of Julian’s reaction, fear of what will happen to the baby in a world where its father has so many enemies. Fear for missing Gabriella.I strolled around the quiet mansion like I normally do if I’m trying to relax. Julian had left earlier without informing me as he has always done since the kidnap of Gabriella hadn’t told him. I placed my hand on my belly. I couldn’t tell him about this pregnancy. At least not yet.“We agreed that there would be no kids in this relationship. Damn I messed up.” I muttered to myself. I wasn’t even sure if Julian still had any proper kind of affection for me anymore. With this whole Gabriella thing he has been a bit hostile. This couldn’t be more wrong timing. I stayed deep in thought until I fell asleep on t